It is a true story about my love. its just not a story,It was a memory,which i decided to share to the world. How one night of my life became a story.
You still are unknown of my plight.I had Always wanted you to be mine,Had dreamt of times when we would be together,And things would still be fine.
It was a cold cloudy Monday morning in New Delhi and the temperature hovered in single digits. The awakening sun was peeping out from behind the dark clouds
“I guess this is it Aaradhna, this is where it all ends between us” lamented Agastya. Aaradhna looked into Agastya’s agonizingly teary eyes.